So... tired. Mblergh.

Raven sat up on the couch after an brief nap that had made her neck hurt. Ugh, most of the day had been sleeping and then dozing off, exhausted from the previous night and a lot of the mental toll the past months had taken on her. The latter she hadn't really shared yet, though Praxton probably knew it was there, but... she wanted to wait until they were back home. Where they had the opportunity for privacy.

Given her injuries and the damages to her armor, she was dressed down completely in a simple loose t-shirt and combat pants. Somewhere, the black kitten was napping after an adventurous day, but would probably wake soon given the smell of food being prepared. Right, food... as they were going to leave the safehouse soon, Raven had taken the liberty of letting her friends know that she was alive but not in condition to fight tonight. But they had been welcome to stop by when they could (directions to the supposedly abandoned building in the alley had been given).

And it was a way for Praxton to return the favor he owed her. He could still retreat into the kitchen to get his safe-space, so she wasn't without mercy for him in this.

Tap, tap tap, tap, tap. Tap tap.

It was a slightly silly, slightly theatrical knock. A knock like that pretty much had to be Manny.

As much as Soleene wish she was up and at them the very next day, the repercussions of last night still kept her down. Her body ached and she was suffering from light-headedness that was still bothering her slightly. She had missed most of the morning because of that headache, much to her embarrassment. Today, she was probably seen without her armour for the longest stretch of time as she hung around in a tank top and drawstring pants.

However, maybe that was a sign of a good fight? A fight that knocked them down badly but they still managed to walk away from? She could spend the whole day pondering about that part.

"I really feel like I woke up on the wrong side of bed here..." She said before she heard the door. "Yeah?!"

Varina, though she was definitely still injured, stepped out of her room with a look of triumph. "Look, look," she said before tossing herself onto the ground. "Ow... not what I meant." She rolled into a prone position then hoisted herself up, using her mechanical leg as an anchor to the ground. "Guess this thing is pretty cool, huh?"

Even Mandalorians needed days like these, being totally wiped out from a solid night of fighting. As the saying went; they were no use dead. Some rest and a couple of loose ends left, and they'd be ready to head back to to the Enclave.

"Unnnnghhhh..." Raven groaned as she pushed herself up with her good arm from the couch. "I'll get it. It's probably Manny, and Dhel. Told them we wouldn't be fighting with the Resistance today, given our... current state," she chuckled, gesturing between herself and Soleene.

Stopping to witness Varina's trick, she grinned and gave a thumbs up. "Nice, nice. You're getting used to it, I see."

Raven walked a bit gingerly to the door, careful not to breathe in too deeply to avoid feeling her fractured ribs. One quick check through the peep-hole and the door was unlocked then opened up. "Hey, come on in. Praxton's making food."

"Ayyyyyy!" Manny, juggling three eggs and with a kitten on his head, stepped though the door.

Turning, he gave Raven as serious and concerned a look as a man juggling eggs and wearing a kitten could. "Hey, Raven. How's it going?" He asked sympathetically, tossing the eggs a little higher.

Soleene did her best to try to wear her sabacc face seeing that Manny was coming over with all of his eggs. He had a captive audience too. She considered confiscating those eggs but it was likely he would conjure up more from thin air.

"Yeah, yeah, it's going great." She would answer Manny, even if that question wasn't directed at her, before she shuffled off to an old chair to take a seat.

"Oh hey Manny... 'Many Girlfriends'? Whatever!, it's confusing." Varina stuffed her hands in her pockets; she wasn't going to be wearing that stuffy armor on a relaxed day.

Raven looked a bit wide-eyed at the juggling display, but mostly at poor Manka stuck on top of Manny's head. "Hey... I can honestly say I've been better, but I've been worse." She wasn't sure when that was, but she was pretty sure she'd been worse at some point. Because she hadn't had the others with her in the past after getting the shit kicked out of her.

Varina's outburst earned an awkward chuckle. The conversation from a couple of days ago returning to her mind.

"Careful with Manka, you might drop him. Her. I can't remember right now." The woman rubbed a bit at her forehead, stepping aside to allow entry for the visitors...

Praxton was currently, as mentioned before, busy in the kitchen hiding away for the moment in his own way. Though, notably, he wasn't wearing his usual armor for the time being and was instead wearing an apron which said "Please do nothing to the cook."

Dhel pokes her head in after Manny. She really had not wanted to be in the way of the juggling and the cat who was almost certainly going to try catching an egg any second now. Like she'd done the other half dozen times he'd practiced this. Sholua was getting ready to demand he practice this trick inside the refresher to make clean up easier.

She shakes a fair sized paper sack. "I brought brownies and some little crescent sweets from Dol's How are you guys? Should I ask what all happened?"

"Ah, thank you, Dhel. That's appriciated." After the two were inside, she'd close the door behind them.

The safehouse looked... perhaps surprisingly clean and tidy when you knew there was a bunch of warriors camping there temporarily. The Mandalorians had repurposed the abandoned little restaurant with its attached dwelling into a home for their stay... which meant it had a sort of military feel or camp to it rather than an actual house.

There was no lacking in places to sit in the common area, that linked to a kitchen with a semi-open solution so it wasn't completely locked off from the shared space. Whatever family had lived there before had been a big one it seemed.

"Finishing up some unfinished business, taking out an Imperial supply-vessel. Overall eventful night. All of us are alive, though sore," Raven smiled a little to Dhel as she explained, not sure how many details the Bothan wanted. "... I'm sorry I won't be able to help Petra tonight, but I'm under strict orders of no heroics, as it were." Judging by her bandaged arm, and the way she seemed to take a bit more shallow breaths, she was probably a bit more roughed up than she led on.

Dhel moved carefully past Manny, looking concerned. Though at the moment that might be concern for the cat, the safehouse floors, or any of the obviously injured residents. She honestly didn't need a ton of details.

She moves to set her offerings on a table, rolling the top of the bag down. "Won't do Petra any good if you're barely standing. There's good folks on the job," she says with a certain forced cheer. "I"m just glad you're all ok." At least for certain definitions of ok. It's a solid reminder of what people were going to face tonight.

"Oh hey, Cookie Thief, you're off the crutches! Doing better then?" She doesn't comment on the her nickname for Manny any more than she would with Sholua's. It's close enough.

The Zeltron gets a hand raised in the smallest of waves, kind of tentative as they're roaming in her space. "Probably obvious, but I'm Dhel. Glad to meet any friends of Raven's."

Varina shrugged and lifted her pantleg, revealing the metallic bits. "Turns out it was really dead." She narrowed her eyes. "Aw man, I called Dredgen dumb and all that for nothing." Not to mention the other doctors.

Soleene's eyes lit up when Dhel made her appearance which was made further pleasant by the sweet offerings that she brought with her. As everyone was chatting, she hovered over to the offerings to get first dibs. This was also a much-welcomed relief, Soleene didn't want to say it out loud but Praxton was taking too long to make with grub. Not to knock on his skills, she was sure it was going to be made with a lot of love and care. She did skip breakfast and one pastry wasn't going to ruin a future meal.

She quickly swallowed the mouthful she took when Dhel waved to her, only now realizing that she must look like a stranger without her helmet on. Something else she also realized, having a helmet on excluded her from treats previously and she was going to catch up. "Mmrhmm...oh! Hey, Dhel. It's me, Soleene. Thanks for the treats. They're Dhelish!"

She chuckled at that note before casting a cautious gaze around the room. Now that Manny was here, that could only be the second-worst pun made today.

Raven put an arm over her torso as she laughed, managing to contain it somewhat. "Dredgen's been called much worse, Varina. But you can always apologise to him by telling when the food's ready."

Soleene's pun earned a groan and more contained laughter. "Soleene, Dhel's the best singer around, performs at The Cave almost every night." The black haired Mandalorian had at various times over meals talked about the Bothan-singer, recommending The Cave for others to visit as a nice out-of-the-way place with no Imps around. "Also a good friend and helped with a few things. And of course, you all know Manny."

He had been at the wedding after all. "Couldn't have done all the work these past months without Manny's help. And Dhel's part of his crew now."

Dhel's eyes widen when she sees the metal leg. "Oh wow...that sucks. But I'm glad you coulld get the prosthetic so quickly. That looks way easier than the crutches."

Soleene's pun gets a moment of did I really hear that? silence, before a giggle. "Haven't heard that since...well sincdd Pa was more himself." She should go see them in case things went badly tonight. Not that she could tell them anything about that. And then the rest sank in. "Oh! Soleene! From the...right! Didn't recognize you at all without the helmet and the," she taps at one forearm with a kind of clank clank sound. "It's good seeing you again, and in one piece after these weeks of everything."

She glances at Raven "Not the best. I mean, I'm alright, I guess?" She notices her grabbing at her ribs. "Let me know if you want a song or two though, since I guess you're not heading out for a bit." With food sitting out, she picks up one of her own brownies out of habit before plopping into a chair. "I'll skip the funny ones though, with you healing and all."

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Thu Jun 10, 2021 1:49 pm

She quickly swallowed the mouthful she took when Dhel waved to her, only now realizing that she must look like a stranger without her helmet on. Something else she also realized, having a helmet on excluded her from treats previously and she was going to catch up. "Mmrhmm...oh! Hey, Dhel. It's me, Soleene. Thanks for the treats. They're Dhelish!"

"Wow. Oh wow..." Manny caught his eggs, one after the other, so that he wouldn't drop them while laughing. He also reached up and tucked little Manka into his outer vest pocket; the little kitten peeked out, peering about with curious blue eyes. "Hey, you ever think about doing a show? With jokes like that, you could open for us. Something like 'boy, I flew in from Corlando, and boy are my arms tired'!" He demonstrated by flapping his arms a bit.

He gave a little bow (one hand coming up to hold Manka) at Raven's words, but when he came back up, one could see in his face that he was clearly touched. "Hey, thanks Raven. You know I've got you anytime you need it."

Soleene might have remembered that the name wasn't entirely her own thought but she was more willing to shoulder the blame and embarrassment on that one. To be fair, Soleene didn't quite have the honour yet to use that moniker. "Ah-yeah, met Dhelih a while back and snuck into the Cave for a peek too. I really should go back soon."

"Trust me, it's a bit of a strange feeling walking around like this so casually. And it's good to be in one piece after everything that has happened, thanks!" She smirked faintly at Dhel on that note. "Song would be nice but I don't exactly want to obligate you if we're all just looking to hang out."

She shook her head at Manny with some mirth. "I'm more than happy to leave show business to the experts. I'm not exactly nimble enough to dodge everything that would be thrown at me."

Sounds of a bit of clattering, plates and the like, Praxton reveals himself from the little kitchenette with one large surface of food and another plate in hand. With the large platter of sorts he sets that down on a central table in the room before handing off a plate to the nearest person willing to take it. Giving a brief nod toward each new face he saw, a half-wave when his hand was free. Looking between everyone, counting heads, he straightens up and quickly tries to slink back into the kitchen for his undeclared task.

On the platter there was plenty of finger foods, Mandalorian make. While the plate had something of a proper Mandalorian afternoon dish prepared to keep a warrior strong and hearty, it had some good flavor too it and didn't skimp on the care given. Meats were a pretty standard part to most dishes of their type.